Li Ji took the letter and asked casually.
"Did they say what it's about?"
Gao Shan answered truthfully, "They said the Heir of Prince Yu ran into some trouble on the road and would like the Prince to send someone to assist him."
Li Ji sneered.
'Are the people from the Yu Royal Mansion out of their minds?'
'They dared to plot against my son, and now they want me to send help?'
'They must have a death wish!'
Li Ji pulled out the letter and flicked it open.
The thin paper unfolded.
He said coldly, "Go tell Wang Bei to take some men, find the Heir of Prince Yu, and... get rid of him..."
Before he could finish, his voice died in his throat.
His gaze fell upon the letter and froze.
This handwriting was all too familiar to him.
He had once held that woman's hand, teaching her to write, stroke by stroke.
He had told her how to hold the brush, how to apply pressure, how to make her characters beautiful.
They say one's writing reflects one's character.
